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Whiche actes in you well declare the singular fayth ye once had, whi∣che was so ready, so sounde and constant, that it abated not, notwithstā∣dyng myne affliccions, notwithstandyng my vilenes. Ioyful was I for it, blessed I iudged you, & my self lucky, in that I had gotten suche good disciples. But if ye of suche good beginnynges repēt you, where is your felicitie becomen, where is also mine, whiche was, what tyme I reioysed of you, and ye likewyse of me? This ought I truely to testifie of you, such loue bare ye towarde me, that if neede had been, ye would haue plucked out euen your iyen out of your heades, and haue geuen them vnto me. And why now slide ye from me by callyng vnto you newe Apostles, to learne of them Iewishnes? With flatteryng and coloured wordes they allure and geat your fauor, not preachyng suche thinges, as helpe to sal∣uacion, but suche as make to theyr lucre and auauncement. Am I ther∣fore become your enemy, because I both plainely and truely taught you suche thinges, as I well wyst belonged to your saluacion?